Nimbly they seized and secreted their prey,Alive and wriggling in the elastic net,Which Nature hung beneath their grasping beaks;Till, swoln with captures, the unwieldy burdenCloggd their slow flight, as heavily to land,These mighty hunters of the deep returnd.There on the cragged cliffs they perchd at ease,Gorging their hapless victims one by one;Then full and weary, side by side, they slept,Till evening roused them to the chase again. MontgomeryPelican Island. Canto IV. L. 141.

The nursery of brooding Pelicans,The dormitory of their dead, had vanishd,And all the minor spots of rock and verdure,The abodes of happy millions, were no more. MontgomeryPelican Island. Canto VI. L. 74.